Page 66 of Ronan

“Does this…” Realization hits as he swings his eyes to me, wide as plates. “Does this go inside me?”

“That’s my knot, and yes, it can. When it does, I might… be different.”

“Different how?”

“Evolutionarily, it’s intended for mating, and it joins us together until I’m… finished.”

“Until you come?” he asks, adorably flustered.

“No, until I’mdone. If you allow me to knot you, it puts me into such a state of fixation that it’s almost a trance, and I won’t care about anything other than breeding you. I’ll fuck you until I decide I’m finished—come inside you three, four times, or until my instincts are satisfied that your belly will swell with my babies.”

A noise creeps from his throat, and my eyes dart down to see his cock granite-hard against his boxers. “But you can’t…”

“No, I can’t get you pregnant,” I assure him again. “But I won’t care when I’m in that state. It can last for hours.” His breath is sawing from his nose as his hips shift, pupils enormous. “Oh… and Cam?”

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky as his eyes meet mine.

“You’ll enjoy it just as much as I do, I promise you that.” He makes another pitiful, needy little noise, scooting closer until his cotton-covered erection rubs against my thigh. A slick sound echoes through the quiet room as his hand moves on my cock, wrenching a moan from my lips. He experiments, tightening and loosening his grip and adjusting his speed as he catalogues my reactions.

Determined not to come in minutes like I did the first time, I steady my breathing.

I can do this.

I’m no longer a hot-headed young man who can’t control himself.

He moves his fist to my knot, and I almost blow on the spot. My head thunks to the pillow as I call out, thrusting off the bed. “Hold your hand there,” I say, my fingers digging into his wrist as I grind into his grip with a series of shallow, rough jerks.

Primal instinct takes over as I rut into him like a wild animal, my mind consumed by the thought of his tight hole closing around my knot as I unload inside him.

Cameron whimpers as he rocks against my leg, his abdomen muscles tense as he rolls his lithe body. I want to pin him to the bed and bite his neck. Cover him with my mark as those narrow hips jerk beneath me, milking every drop of cum from my body.

“Do you want that inside you?” My movements shift from quick, ragged thrusts to deeper sweeps of my hips, and Cam whines louder and louder as he grinds against my thigh. My palm lands on the side of his stomach, fingers digging into the soft flesh and feeling the muscles flex every time he rubs himself against me. “You want me to fill you so full that this belly swells?”

“Y-yeah,” he gasps, and a low growl rumbles from the back of my throat, his movements stuttering as his hand stills on my cock.

“Want it to pour out of you when we finally separate? Feel that cum leaking from your pretty, used hole after I’ve bred you until you can’t keep your eyes open?”

He whimpers my name, voice catching as a long, low moan forms in his throat, almost a sob. The frenzy in my mind clears long enough to register the spread of wet warmth against my thigh as his cock jerks beneath his boxers. A beet red flush burns on his face, his eyes wide and panicked as they meet mine.

Fuck that insecurity.

“Look at how amazing you are,” I mutter, reaching to run my fingers through the cum soaking his boxers. My palm drags up his length over the cotton, and more of those glorious noises tumble from his lips as I stroke him. “I lovehow you react like this to me, Cameron. Nothing could make me happier than you losing control. Did that feel good?”

“Yes,” he gasps, still throbbing under my hand.

“Good… because I’m not done with you yet.”

He yelps in surprise as I grip his hips, flipping him to his belly. “Knees down, love,” I murmur as he scrambles to obey, and I slide his shorts onto his thighs, exposing his ass. “Fuck, look at you,” I groan as the soft, pink skin twitches, clenching with the final pulses of his orgasm.

Grabbing one of his cheeks, I spread him as he moans into the mattress, and I drag my cock along his crease. Slick coats him until it glistens, running in beads down his skin.

“This untouched hole is so pretty, just begging to be filled. Do you want my finger, Cam?” Frantic, he nods as I push my fingertip against it, pulsing as he clenches. “You want me inside you?”

“Please,” he begs, his breath hitching as he pushes back against me, trembling as my finger slides past his tight entrance. “Please. Please, oh fuck, please.” Knuckles bleaching, he fists the sheets as I work that finger in and out of him, loving the way he whines.

“Beautiful beggar. You take me so well.” Each thrust sinks me deeper, stretching him more as I get lost in the ecstasy of his body. Cameron’s head whips up, arching his spine and spreading himself further.

“Needy hole,” I mutter, pulling my finger back and staring at how he grips me. “Goddamn, what are you doing to me? You’re making me so fucking wet.” Beneath me, a damp spot forms on the blankets, my instincts begging me to take him.

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